After Saturday, many of the guys in our club were not gonna come Sunday morning, so it was just my Dad and I on our farm in Centreville Md. Saturday was a busy day in our parts. By 9:00a.m. I had heard atleast 300 shots on our side of 301. Saturday I saw over 40 does in the am and took one and my father also scored a doe also. Afternoon was the same, does everywhere, no bucks. I took another doe at last light. The only buck that was seen on opening day was killed, a decent 6pt. Another guy saw a decent 8pt, but no shot.
Sunday morning my dad and I set up in a couple of our usual spots. Just him and I. He was hunting 80 yards inside of a thicket outside of some soy beans and I was across from him in a hedge row sourrounded by 3 fields. I could barely see where I was due to the fog. Around 6:45 a.m. the fog had started to lift and I heard my dad take a single shot. I waited 45 minutes and called him on the radio. He said he shot at a moving buck, but didnt know if he hit it.
I waited another 30 and made my way over to him telling him to stay in his stand. When I got there he pointed about 70 yards to where he shot and there was no blood anywhere. With the fog so bad, I was wondering how he even got a shot off. He came out of his stand and we started to do a sweep in the direction of where the deer took off. A short 5 minutes later we saw the dead 8pt just layed up next to a big oak. Not a big buck, but for my dad its a sweet one. He hasnt seen a buck in 3 years on our property and we dont kill small bucks on our land. More importantly it was just us having a great father son hunt. My dad is 63, healthy as a horse, but you never know when your last father/son hunt is gonna be.
So we gutted the deer, loaded it up on the 4-wheeler and made our way back to hunt camp. It was only 9:00a.m. We relaxed a bit and waited for a buddy of mine to show up to pick up a deer that was hanging from the day before.
When he got there I asked him and my dad if they would help me hang a ladder stand in a spot that I had been wanting to hunt. Its near a small pond on a point of land with some really thick cover. We loaded up the stand and made our way to the spot. We put the stand together and found a good tree to lay it on and I climbed up to ratchet it on. I was making all kinds of noise trying to get the damn thing tight. As I get it tight, I turn around to check out the view. As soon as I sit down I see a huge doe walk out about 500 yards from me in a corner of the field and its making its way towrards me. I tell my dad and my bud to pass me up my muzzle loader and they slowly get it up the tree. The doe is now about 300 yards and walking straight at the stand and my 4-wheeler. I tell my dad and tailor to lay the #### down, shes coming staright at me. I can't even keep a straight face amd I start laughing. She walkes straight up to the 4-wheeler 10 yards away and about 20 feet from my dad and turns broadside and I lit her up. My dad and tailor were a bit freaked out since they were so close. So, I look down and say "I guess this is a good spot for this stand"
We laughed ourselves silly and had a cold one after loading her up. It was a great day and a great weekend. My pops killed a buck and a doe and I took a few does out of our massive doe herd.
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